[trigger warning: drugs] Maybe some more...? ft. Welshy

Last edited by Cher on Fri Nov 09, 2012 2:46 am; edited 2 times in total

Jess was dizzy. Everything spinned around her, spinning out of control. She hated it, but it felt good. It gave her a satisfaction that nothing else gave her. It was like everything around her was washed away. All because of the powder. The white, dry, powdery substance that kept her going. The stuff that she had grown to know and to hate. Yet it was the only thing that gave her the true satisfaction of washing her worries and troubles away. It made her skin crawl and yet she craved it every single breathing moment. It was ridiculous. It was how stupid how much she hated the stuff and yet it was so addicting.

Jess regretted the day she decided to try this stuff. She hated the dealer that convinced her that a little bit wouldn't hurt at all. She promised herself that she would never give in. She had let so many people down. Maybe it was better if she just disappeared. If one day, she just dropped from the face of the earth and nobody ever saw her again. She wondered if anyone would care. 'Probably not.' something at the back of her head told her. It was probably true. She was a burden on her half-brother, and she didn't even fit in with the rest of her half siblings at camp. She wasn't smart like them, she wasn't overachievers like them. She was sure that she looked absolutely pathetic, sitting there, high and semi conscious.

Note: I accidentally edited the post instead of a tually posting it. So I found the first 2 paragraphs on my ipod and I edited it again.

I’m just a teenage dirtbag.

Drake would never be able to say that he went looking for trouble. That would be very far from the truth. He was the type of guy that was very content with just sleeping and drinking. That’s all he ever seemed to do, and you couldn’t really blame him considering he was a son of the god of wine. Maybe if he was a son of Hermes, he would be a little more fit or musical if he was a son of Apollo but he wasn’t. He was the son of a lazy slob, which made him the same. He was surprised that he actually worked out now and again, but that was as common as being sober for him.

Now again the eighteen year old would go for a wander. That what he was doing now, not sure what he was meant to be doing or where he was meant to be going. It might sound pathetic, but he really didn’t know what there was to live for. All he ever seemed to do was pump his body with a substance that would eventually kill him and out of choice When he had only just turned into a teenager, his mother had surrounded him with drugs. By the age of fifteen, he had already turned to a life of alcoholism. He doubted he would still be alive and well in twenty years, and he didn’t want to live that long anyway. Life, in his mind, was a bunch of crap. Whether he just had twisted views or the drink was changing him was another matter. He was a casual and laid-back guy, but he just had these thoughts that made him wonder sometimes if life was even worth living.

Drake was stupid. He was stupid enough to keep raising the metal flask to his lips even though he knew that his body would get worse with every sip. That his mind would be harmed, and eventually get beyond repair. Soon, the boy has returned to the slightly-intoxicated state that he was used to. He didn't slur, and didn't falter with steps, although his mind and reactions were much slower. Although he could catch sight of a small plastic bag in the corner of his eyes, and immediately knew what it was. His mother could be thanked for educating him when it came to that side of life, he guessed. Whether it was the right or wrong thing to do, he crossed over to it and placed it in his pocket. What he was going to do with it was beyond ideas. Knowing him, he'd take it. He had also thought that he would never touch the stuff, but lately he had started having doubts. He had smoked joint at a party a few weeks ago, and it had really changed his opinion on stuff. If he was going to go out, he was going to go out with a bang right?

Then he heard a thud, and his head snapped up to find a girl sitting down on the ground. He felt guilty, shoving both hands inside his pockets to conceal the drugs and the small flask. Because he wasdn't a huge jerk, he took steps over the blonde girl to see if she was okay. "Hey. Are you alright?" He asked, his English accent sounding calm even if he was feeling on edge.

ooc; dayum this is bad

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Jess

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